Editha's Wedding Feast

Editha was sued so much and sued so hot that one day she came, creeping like a hunted animal to the turret nut. I stood up and touched her yellow, dishevelled hair and told her there was but one way. That was as noisy a wedding as ever had been in vorwood. Editha free a hundred serfs, and all day long the noise of files on their iron collars echoed through her halls. She fed at the door every miscreant or beggar who could crawl or hobble there,. And remitted her taxes to a score of poorer villains in the hall. Such noisy revellers as the rejected suitors surely never were seen